In the bleak night, ‘pon lonely street of Capitol Bye Pass,
Mine stomach's growl, louder than thunder's clash,
Mine lips, pink and cracked like parched earth's skin,
I lift mine gaze, pleading to the heavens for a drop of rain's kin.
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Oh my goodness! You're a genius. Plus old 'English' never sounded so 'lavish'... away poverty